Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Rise to the Occasion

Thousands of us instinctively
Knew 'twas time to evacuate
From all the flooding rain that be.
To stay would mean a fatal fate.
Only escape would be by air,
Going to safety with the wind.
In mass ballooning we would share
Whatever destiny would send.
All climbed high as we could go,
Then strands of silk by each were made,
Upward spun to catch the air flow,
A silken balloon cavalcade.

Floating we went, up, up and away,
Spiders on ballooning display.